Yeon stood in the corridor, studying the two figures before him.
He sighed heavily.
"How did we even come to this?"
Zahir shrugged.
"We came to warn you all, but failed to consider how despicable your clan truly is. So this was plan B. Then again, we're all aware of what killing machines you are, so I hope this isn't quite a surprise."
Yeon studied the man and the black-haired, pale-skinned boy behind him. Then he shook his head.
"How pitiful… I didn't mean for this."
He opened his palms, and two obsidian blades materialized in his grasp. He crossed them before his face and shifted into a combat stance.
"I know you're a formidable opponent, Zahir al'Noor, so I won't hold back."
He shifted his gaze to Ryan.
"Let's eliminate the trash so we can savor this properly."
Zahir's expression darkened. He shot his hand out, snatching Ryan's collar and flipping him with a practiced roll while bringing his other hand up to block Yeon's twin blades.
